Monday, April 30, 2012

Gumball

Monkeyboy wakes up in a terrible mood from his afternoon naps.  Today was no exception.  I offered him a gumball in the hopes that it would curb some of the squalling.

About twenty minutes later, he came back to me and said, "Gumball."

Noticing that his mouth was empty, I responded with, "No way dude, not until we find out where the last piece of gum went."

He shot me a grumpy look, so I decided to re-phrase my statement in a way I was sure he'd understand:  "Monkeyboy, where did the other gumball go?"

He flashed me a grin and lifted up his shirt to expose his belly button, giving his tummy an emphatic pat.

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